Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge: The Throne Room

Raewyn of decocraftsdigicrafts  invited me to take part in the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge.  Thanks, Raewyn! The challenge is  to “post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”.

Day 3:

© irene waters 2015

© irene waters 2015

Preparations were underway in the Kingdom of Shatavia  for the coronation of their new queen. Although she was a foreigner she was next in line and her subjects were ready to love her. They were heralding her arrival in the country  with ribbons and banners of rainbow hues which decked the streets and coloured the houses. The limousine carried her from the airport to the palace. 

“Your majesty” her courtiers bowed deeply.

“Get up.” She was cross. No sleep and a twenty-four hour flight were taking their toll. “When is the coronation taking place?” she asked. 

“Tomorrow at noon.”

“I want to see the throne as soon as possible.” 

“Immediately Your Majesty. Come this way.” She followed them. The track was well-worn. The grass was green. Delicate little white flowers waved their heads in the breeze.

“The throne is here Your Majesty.” 

“I didn’t want the toilet you idiot, I wanted to see where I would be crowned.”

So now I’m supposed to invite someone else to join in the fun. That’s easy, I nominate Rebecca Patajac from Love a Literary Life. No obligation, Rebecca!

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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21 Responses to Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge: The Throne Room

  1. What a lovely toilet. Who would not want to go there?

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  2. Hee… I remember this photo. 😀 Great flash.

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  3. Fabulous ‘throne room’! Thanks for the smiles, Irene. 🙂

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  4. TanGental says:

    Better than sitting on a stool I suppose… Neat story, irene

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  5. This is such a great story. Love it.

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  6. pixiejan says:

    Love it…well done Irene..

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  7. Sherri says:

    LOL 😀 This is a great story Irene, you are so good at this. As soon as I saw the toilet in the photo I thought, ‘oh this is going to be good’ 😀

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  8. Oh dear, I don’t think I saw this one! Wonderful story Irene, great imagery, made me laugh. I’m sorry if I didn’t respond to the invitation. Thank you very much for thinking of me. Our third was born 2 weeks prior to this piece so I missed a lot!

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